I focus only on them and start to convulse into a hard orgasm. My tender ass is wriggling against the silken sheets. Bucking my hips up into my hand,...I drive my fingers deeper. Two fingers hooked against my g-spot, I'm coming hard. My toes curling hard, I'm moaning out your name. Gasping for air, I whine out, begging you to fuck me harder. It must have sent you over your own edge, because you join me moments later. It causes another orgasm to ripple through me, slamming through my entire body.. I had lied to him about my age (which I always did because of my fetish for older men). I was 17 to him and he had told me that he was 27. He had taken an interested in my choice of clothing and told me how sexy I was looking and how it turned him on. While driving he placed his hand on my thigh and rubbed it up and down not being too forward by going too high at first and asked me if I was comfortable with what he was doing to me. I didn’t have any objections but I did tell him that I am. I was crazy about sex and love. But after I broke of with my ex-girlfriend i was feeling lonely. Though I never had sex with her as I believed in divine love I realized I should have fucked her and enjoyed my days with her. I was transforming into a bad boy from the so called sober, emotional good boy next door. Staying with around 2 other crazy guys who have seen it all and done it all kinds even I started flirting around with call center girls calling up forLoans and credit cards. But then. But after knocking and entering I was surprised to see the Super had two other visitors.I looked them over as I entered the room, the man was about six feet tall, broad shouldered, broad chested, and muscular, was probably in his late forties, greying slightly at the temples. He was dressed conservatively in a light blue woollen suit and had highly polished black shoes. The woman on the other hand was a stunner. She was just short of six foot in her heels, long strawberry blonde hair cascaded.